I'm on a tram, getting home from my studies. I was in the library until late getting ready for a test. The sky is grey and gloomy, and the streets are covered in damp leaves. There's a faint smell of rain in the air, and I can see puddles forming on the pavement.

I'm proud of myself. I'm pretty and sexy, and I love to show that. Boys look at me lustfully, and I love to be the center of attention.

I'm wearing a short black skirt and a tight white tank top. My legs are bare, and I'm wearing black knee-high boots.

As I ride the tram, I notice you looking. You are tall and muscular, with broad shoulders and strong arms. But I do not pay much attention to you.

“These losers have zero chances of getting to my pussy.” I am thinking.

I'm a virgin, and I'm saving myself for my future husband. I'm a good old-school girl. But I do love teasing men.

Suddenly, the tram stops.

The conductor announces some repairs on the tram line, so we all must disembark and wait for a replacement bus. It seems like the rain has stopped. It's still dark and gloomy but I decide to walk home instead of waiting for a bus. It should take not more than 15 minutes.

As I'm walking home, I hear a sound behind me. It's you. You’re following me, your footsteps echoing on the cobblestone pavement. I try to ignore you, but you keep following me. I can feel my heart racing.

Suddenly you’re upon me. You grab me from behind, your hands rough and powerful. You wrap your arms around my body, pinning my arms to my sides. I struggle to free myself, but you are too strong. You drag me into an alley, where you slam me against a wall.

"Let me go!" I scream. "Leave me alone!"

You pull my hair with your fist, forcing my head back. You whisper in my ear, your voice deep and husky. "You want this, don't you?" I try to fight you. I kick and scream.

"Feisty slut!" you say. "I like that."

You slam my face against the wall. I feel dazed and confused, my vision blurring. Blood begins to trickle down my nose and onto my white tank top. The metallic scent fills my nostrils, and I can taste it on my tongue.

You slam my face against the wall again.

I feel my teeth cutting into my bottom lip. Blood runs down my chin and onto the ground. I can feel my face swelling.

But I'm not giving up. I keep fighting, clawing at your hands and trying to kick you.

You turn me around and punch me in the stomach. The air leaves my lungs, and I gasp for breath. You continue to punch me, your fists hitting my abdomen over and over again. I fall to the ground, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" you ask.

"No!" I respond. "Please let me go..."

You grab me by my hair and drag me deeper into the alley. My skin is rubbed raw, and I can feel a sharp pain in my calves. I am crying, my tears mixing with blood and dirt on my face.

You throw me into a puddle, and I land face down in the murky water. I can taste the dirt and grime on my lips, and I can feel the cold water seeping into my clothes.

You hold me down, forcing my head into the cold water. I struggle to breathe, and I can feel the water filling my lungs.

You yank my head out of the water.

"Say you want me!" you demand.

"I don't!" I cry.

"Say it!" you shout.

You push my head back into the water, and I can feel my lungs burning. You pull me out, and I gasp for air.

"Say you want me!" you repeat.

"I don't!" I sob.

You force my head back into the water. I am drowning, and there is nothing I can do to stop you.

I give up. I am exhausted. I am tired.

"I want you...." I say when you yank me back. “I want you to fuck me…”

I feel so ashamed. My body trembling, and my tears mixing with the blood and dirt on my face. I am so weak. I am so pathetic.

"That's a good girl," you say.

You drag me out of the puddle and onto the cobblestone pavement. My skirt and tank top are a mess. They are ripped and dirty, and they are clinging to my body. My hair is matted, and there are twigs and leaves stuck in it.

"Let's have some fun, shall we?" you laugh.

You rip my tank top apart. My nipples harden, and I can feel my skin prickling with goosebumps. You rip off my bra. My breasts are exposed.

You squeeze them roughly, your fingers digging into my soft flesh. You slap them. You twist my nipples, and tears form in the corner of my eyes.

"Stop it!" I plead. "Please..."

But you don't listen. You continue to hurt me, your hands rough and relentless. You squeeze my breasts so hard that I'm sure they will burst.

"This is your punishment for being such a hot tease." You say smirking.

Suddenly, you grab my skirt and yank it down. It tears at the seams, and I can feel the fabric scraping against my skin. You throw it aside and tear my panties. I am left naked and shivering in the cold air.

You unbuckle your belt and pull out your cock. It is huge and throbbing, and it is already hard. You grab my legs and spreads them apart.

You push yourself inside me. I can feel your cock stretching me, and it hurts so much. I scream. You ignore me and keeps thrusting. You are fucking me relentlessly, your cock hitting my cervix with every thrust. I can feel my body shaking, and my skin is covered in sweat and dirt.

As you pound me harder, my insides tearing, and there is a sharp pain in my lower abdomen. You are fucking me like a beast, your hands gripping my thighs tightly. You cum inside me. I can feel your hot seed filling me, and it burns my insides. You pull out, and your cum drips out of me.

"Clean me, bitch!" You say as you shove your cock into my throat.

I take your cock into my mouth. It tastes salty and musky, and it is still wet with my blood and your cum. I lick it clean, my tongue caressing your shaft. You push yourself deeper into my throat, and I gag. It is so deep that I can barely breathe. You grab my head and thrusts, your cock hitting the back of my throat. My body spasms.

You pull out and slap me.

"Thank me, bitch!" You demand.

"Thank you..." I say.

You slap me again.

"Make it more convincing, ungrateful slut!" You say.

I kiss your cock. "Thank you, sir. Thank you for fucking my tight pussy." I lick your balls and kiss your thighs. "Thank you for teaching me a lesson."

"Good girl!" You smirk.

You zip your pants and carelessly walk away.

I lay on the cobblestone pavement, my body aching and bruised. Tears stream down my face, and I can taste blood and dirt in my mouth.

My mind is a blur. I feel numb and empty. I am disgusted with myself.

I get up slowly, wincing in pain. I look at my body in the puddle. It is covered in mud and blood, and my skin is raw and red. My nipples are swollen, and my breasts are bruised. My lower abdomen aches, and I can feel my pussy burning.

I pick up my ripped skirt and tank top. They are useless, but I put them on anyway.

I walk home, limping slightly. I can feel the cold wind biting my skin, and I shiver. I enter my apartment and lock the door.

I go to the bathroom and strip off my clothes. I look in the mirror. My face is battered and bruised, and my lips are cracked and bleeding.

My mind wanders.

I have been taught that the world is fair. People get what they deserve. But what did I do to deserve this? Why me?

I sit in the bathtub, the hot water soothing my aching body. I scrub myself clean, my skin turning pink. But I can still feel you inside me. Your cock inside my pussy. Your hands on my breasts.

I deserved this.

I deserved this for teasing men.

I deserved this for being arrogant and denying sex to men.

The next man who wants me will have me.

I hope I'm still desired by someone.

I have learned my lesson.